PPPNLRM, CHPT. 27
2:15
PM, SUNDAY, 12 JULY, 2020
MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3
Thank
YOUUUUUUUUU lovely Lightning for coming over to see me again today.
Boy do I love you beyond anything that could ever possibly be spoken
in human words!!!!!!!!
Thank
YOUUUUUUUUU lovely Lightning for coming over to see me again today.
Boy do I love you beyond anything that could ever possibly be spoken
in human words!!!!!!!!
Thank
YOUUUUUUUUU lovely Lightning for coming over to see me again today.
Boy do I love you beyond anything that could ever possibly be spoken
in human words!!!!!!!!
Thank
YOUUUUUUUUU lovely Lightning for coming over to see me again today.
Boy do I love you beyond anything that could ever possibly be spoken
in human words!!!!!!!!
Thank
YOUUUUUUUUU lovely Lightning for coming over to see me again today.
Boy do I love you beyond anything that could ever possibly be spoken
in human words!!!!!!!!
Thank
YOUUUUUUUUU lovely Lightning for coming over to see me again today.
Boy do I love you beyond anything that could ever possibly be spoken
in human words!!!!!!!!
Thank
YOUUUUUUUUU lovely Lightning for coming over to see me again today.
Boy do I love you beyond anything that could ever possibly be spoken
in human words!!!!!!!!
Thank
YOUUUUUUUUU lovely Lightning for coming over to see me again today.
Boy do I love you beyond anything that could ever possibly be spoken
in human words!!!!!!!!
I
lost electrical power AGAIN
as a result, but only for between the times of 3:54
and 4:39 on Saturday afternoon, and then after it was back on,
another quickie black out for about two minutes happened, between
about two and four minutes past five in the evening.
How
can I be imagining how LIGHTNING
came around me, three special times, three special ways;
creating three different unnatural things each time, and over three
different years, as this happened on the very
same day of 27 July, and
then on top of that; 27 was the number
lightning gave to me, in a
powerful dreaming experience, back in the year of 1984,
while I was playing roulette in the Golden
Nugget Casino of Atlantic City? I speak of the two first
decade years of this present century, if memory is correct, it was in
2006 and 2007, and I do remember they were in succession, so if I am
off one year ahead or behind, then it would be 5&6, or 7&8;
and then again, while at Tony BonJovi's
recording studio, on July 27, 2011. The mathematical odds of
these three dates, and with lightning not just there, but incredibly
intense, and effecting things around me, and then the wild dream back
in 1984, about her telling me that 27 is indeed HER
NUMBER, the number of the ELECTRON,
whatever this truly means, Professor KAKU of
NYU sir; this 'coincidence' places odds at approximately
four point eight quadrillion to one, against it being merely
a damn coincidence! But there is one more factor, that at
least in my personal humble little opinion, multiplies those odds out
about a thousand more times, well into high one digit quintillions to
one odds, and that is the particular song I was doing at that studio,
which as I think most or all of you remember and know quite well, and
you too, sir Darius Evans Deezy Slim Youtube; “Wanna' Spend My
Time”. This song, in part, was actually sung to me in a powerful
vivid awesome dream, every bit as memorable and wild as the 1980-LOIS
FOCA interaction at 1802 Robin Hill Apartments. I speak of
the late spring time 1997 dream, where the awesome super talented
diva, we all know and love, as Mariah Carey,
sang that to me, in this experience; and I merely added a little bit
to it, in order to make it a complected song. When I recorded it
electronicly, this caused tremendous Earth Biosphere Interaction AKA
in Morianity as (EBI), or also can be thought of as wild unnatural
weather patterns, and or tectonic interference, within the deeper
crusted areas of the planet; due to interruptions in the
transdimensional electromagnetic energy fields. This really was, and
is, an MC top hit, from a parallel universe, no matter what you 2015
cave people choose to believe, and or disbelieve. I
KNOW WHAT I KNOW about this multiverse, and have been in
communication with the gods of PLANK for all eternity, huh Mizz
Selena DADA, and all great South Atlantic City Rooming-House
Owners, everywhere? Well, in any event and with all of these things
mixed up 'together forever' to quote lovely Motown's Mizz Diana Ross
from the nineteen-sixties; all dots will ALWAYS and ABSOLUTELY
CONNECT in all things!!!!!!!!!!!! There may even be a trickle few
peeps out here somewhere who see just what is really truly happening,
and why I do the things that I do and blog what I blog, as the 'prime
directive' here, to quote another great literary groupation of syfy
television writers and the great show called, “STAR TREK” in
particular; is none other than MY GODDAMN
SURVIVAL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! All the things that I do are neatly
stacked into that one big fat fucking issue, and always will be;
yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
About
half an hour before the storm came, I recorded the daily weather
report from The Weather Channel (TWC), and here it is, belatedly now;
so here it WashCLOTHS WAS
for crying out Microsucks loudspeaker LOUD, yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo
yo!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The
weather report as shown on “TWC”:
TIME
OF 'TWC' WEATHER REPORT:---7/11/20
@ 3:15 PM
TEMPERATURE---94
PREDICTED
HIGH TODAY---94
HEAT
INDEX---110
SKY
CONDITIONS---PTLY CLDY
HUMIDITY---62%
WIND---SW
@ 8 MPH, WITH NO GUSTS
BAROMETRIC
PRESSURE---
AIR
QUALITY---GOOD
SUNRISE/SUNSET---6:34-A/8:19-P
VISIBILITY---
DEWPOINT---
LOCAL
WEATHER PREDICTIONS---20% CHANCE OF AFTERNOON T-STMS, AND A LOW
TONIGHT OF 75.
AS
I WAS WRITING DOWN THE PREDICTION, I BEGAN TO HEAR THUNDER. THEN THE
STORMS CAME AND IT WAS ANOTHER HEAVY STORM.
And
now I just drew in my goddamn Fonda Avoidance Coloring Lines, or my
FACL for a shortened abbreviation, me' BRAHHHHHHH! So as Sir
Shoeknockeroutter CF Chester-Frank would say right about now should
he be in here with me, “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”!
As
of 3:20 PM yesterday, 11 July, 2020; the great Cable Network News
(CNN) displays the Corona Virus Global
Pandemic (CVGP) figures as given them from their source,
the great wonderful one and only “John
Hopkins
University”
as follows: So can we believe this nightmare of ultimate surreal and
unfathomably bizarre crap that we all have somehow found ourselves
suddenly in, just as one day in middle August in 1986, I found myself
one day just like this, in a brand new unexplainable nightmare
situation of quintessential hellishness????????????
GLOBAL
STATISTICS:
CASES—12,576,457,
PERSONS
DEAD—561,879
UNITED
STATES OF AMERICA STATISTICS:
CASES—3,215,861
PERSONS
DEAD—134,430
Throughout
this entire nightmare since the early part of this 2020 year of
hellishness, there is an off the HALLS WALLS as well as off the wall
and scales ratio between our country, the USA; and the rest of this
Earth-Planet. One would think after looking at these stats, should of
course they be at all mathematically inclined; that the UNITED STATES
has about one fourth of the global population. Why not? The damn
ratio of cases, as well as deaths between us and the rest of the
world, seems to continue revolving at this
approximate 1:4 RATIO. Hey you do the damn math, and all you
need is a little five dollar Walmart calculator and the stats that I
have printed above. Once upon a time, the religious folks and the so
called “born again Christians”,
SHOULD THE 'OTHER PARTY' be in power;
would all be shouting how GOD ALMIGHTY IS
PUNISHING THE USA FOR OUR SINFUL BEHAVIORS, and on and
on and on; with or without 'typewriter hacks', 'ESS invention games',
or 'DONALDS and dons'!!!!!!!!!!!! Oh yessir peeps, just what is the
damn ratio of global verses USA population? Well, last I heard the
world has about 7.5 billion and the USA has about 235 million, so
what do our whittle calculators give us when we divide these numbers?
Answer, 31.91 to 1 ratio, so let's round this off to 32:1. The world
pop is approximately 32 times greater than that of the pop of these
great United States, so then why aren't the CVGP stats 32 times less
for us here in the USA than the stats show for the entire world? No
health expert has the answer you know, not a one. I never said that I
do either, so don';t get ready to call me a PHKIA (pronounceable as a
'feek-iah'). Let's reexamine this again, shall we:
GLOBAL
STATISTICS:
CASES—12,576,457
PERSONS
DEAD—561,879
UNITED
STATES OF AMERICA STATISTICS:
CASES—3,215,861
PERSONS
DEAD—134,430
Let
us take these global population stats for those CASES as well as
DEATHS in this nightmare CVPG situation, and let's divide by the
rounded off ratio of 32:1 that by all normal understanding of things,
should be the stats for the USA.
CASES:
12,576,457 divided by 32 = 393,014.
DEATHS:
561,879 divided by 32 = 17,559.
As
we all say of course, ONE DEATH is one too many, but let's be real
here, people will get sick, and people will die, and this has gone on
on Earth for as long as people have lived here. That is just that,
but we are talking numbers and stats here. Why do we have to have in
America, the greatest country on Earthy as they keep telling us,
stats like this:
CASES—3,215,861
PERSONS
DEAD—134,430
And
when the ratio tells us that bad as it would still be, the numbers
should read:
CASES:
393,014.
DEATHS:
17,559.
Something
that I should have said to lovely KATY, at the
Abseacon, New Jersey DQ, up in Jersey, is quite meaningful and
apropos right now, in all of thissssssssssssss:
This
is absolutely, completely, and totally goddamn
WEEDEEKAWUSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But all
fucking jokes and kidding aside here, as this is no laughing matter;
what is causing then, this unmistakable surreal discrepancy with
these stats? Hey, as grammar school children; we're all taught that
THIS IS THE GREATEST COUNTRY IN TRHE WORLD. If
this CVGP situation DOES NOT DEBUNK THAT MYTH, then folks, I
am all goddamn ears if anyone out here can enlighten me with a
NON-PRISHY explanation to it alligators
ALL, even you, should you have one, Sir
Microsucks SOFT CORP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Hey
peeps, I am not against anyone who is not pure black heartedly evil,
and looking to wipe out all people who are defenseless and helpless
to fight them, and to make literal slaves out of us all.
And fuck you and your damn ass alligators,
Microsoft
SUCKS-CORPORATION!!!!!!!!!!!! After President Reagan took
office, anyone my age or int hat range of years, knows fully well,
whether they choose to admit it first to even themselves or not, that
his Trickle-Down garbage Reagonomics bullshit screwed up our country
beyond repair, and ever since then, every single Republican President
only continues onward with his rubbish shit legacy and policies. The
corporations have sold us all downthe river, and what would have been
a damn nice country for all of us to live in, has BECOME
A MOTHER FUCKING TOTAL LIVING HELL for 99.9% of us
POVERTY-PEEPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And who is responsible
for absolutely keeping all of us oppressed and
downtrodden INTO THIS POVERTY NIGHTMARE, but the large
corporations, and the BILLIONAIRES (Billy
Club)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And a child with acne and a stomach
ache, can see through all this goddamn asshole dogshit, for crying
out louder than loudspeakers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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MARK WAYNE MOHR 2006-2020
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Now
why exactly, Sarah Callio Martino, somewhere in hyperspace; trapped
me in a lighthouse, and yelled my name out, over and over,
'JoJo-JoJo; I
will never totally know,
so let me widen the scope of the topic, so we can see this in a
larger blend of bigger pictures, and out of one tiny confined box;
great ladies and gentlemen. First, my spell-checker is disabled, so I
must close the word program out and reboot into it to activate the
anti-hack procedure. OK I'm
back,
EVIL CHUCKIE, DAWN-MARIE, BEETLEJUICE NONSTAR, and FREDDY
ELM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MONDAY THE PEARL, MONDAY THE PEARL, MONDAY THE PEARL!
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!
OH
WOW MOOMY DEAEST!
AND
JEEEEEEZ-LOUISE IF WE PLEASE, TWINBAY.
Mountainpen
loves cold places, such as wonderful ALASKA. You go Alaska. You
totally rock, BRAH!
Now
AGAIN, we have a stock market that is responding
+++POSITIVELY+++ to terrorism,
and that makes me more nervous than any fucking terrorist ever could,
with all their damn weapons and horror!!!!!!!!! Let
me take this statement from two blogs back, and expound on it, in
light of our new topic with lighthouse-nightmares, given to me by the
quintessential and ultimate “dream weaver”, the
great LORDESS, translated of course to SAR-AH!
I do not know how so many people love horror shows, and they do, even
when they can relate to horror in their own personal lives; but here
is a little bit of shit straight off of the newsy's morning truck;
wonderful folks, including
Mister
Miracle Man Macy-34??!!!!!
We
are no longer moving towards the great 15 year, but rather, we are
stepping onward now into uncharted waters, even by my father, and his
two treasure salver pals and coworkers a long time ago, Sir Melvin
Fisher, and Sir Kip Wagner. But for now, I wrote that whittle fucking
squib about the American stock markets responding favorably and
positively to the negative things happening all around us, such as
then, terrorism. Now we have the great pandemic, and a zillion other
things going wrong, and yet over the past several months, the Dow
Jones stock market
has gone from about 18,200
points as this
world disease began spreading its nightmare viciousness all over the
place, and now we are up close to the all time record high prices
again of the 30,000
point
range. Never
before in history has the Dow Jones almost doubled in less than half
a year, and
NEVER EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER during really BAD ASS FUCKING TIMES
such as these, so
then, YYYYYYYYYYYYY WHY IS IT DOING THIS INCREDIBLE FIENDISH THING?
Hey, I don't absolutely know anything, but logic does dictate one
totally fucking beyond HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE thing here.
These markets have absolutely nothing whatsoever to do with POOR
PEOPLE, GOOD THINGS, or any of the OLD AMERICANVALUES that did once
drive these markets, and I have been around a long time, and I have a
terrific fucking memory, and I do know these things as facts, and I
know that any honest media source will verify this information as
100% accurate!!!!! Hey peeps, between you and me, and the mother
fucking virtually limitless lamp posts the world over; I don't care,
because my disability is going to be transferred into regular Social
Security in a few months, and I can play the market with a small
on-line account with any one of a dozen small brokerage firms that
charge almost zero commissions. Between this and my PHR playing, when
I move to either Vegas or back to Atlantic City; I will be loaded
with loot, so fuck the goddamn world!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Aunt
Alice Gallagher, of Chicago, Illinois; I'll bet you'd do just about
anything, not to have climbed into bed with my mom's cousin Arthur
Huntington, that last freaking night of your life, before he took a
dam ax to you and your dam mom down the hallway. Hang in there,
Cousin Alice, or better said perhaps, all WAYV radio stations of the
great Atlantic City, New Jersey, Sir Noose Basement Arthur!
JEEEEEEEEEZ-LOUISE!!!!!!!!! Holy mailbox destruction, Arthur Crane
and all Arthur's all over the place; what fucking next, if I can
quote, without the bad language, the wonderful JUJU. My
mom also told me about that same thing on that truck thirteen years
later, so it just has to be the guy, plus mom told me he was about
late fortyish in age, and he was looking around age 35 to me,
when I saw him on that late spring night back in the year of 1983.
This is all why I bring up that cool fucking documentary on
television that I saw, so dam often on my blogs, from 1988, called,
“UFO-THE
COVER UP”,
on WPIX,
New York City, TV,
YO!!!! Jesus Christmas Trees at Cooley, THAT
WAS THE EQUATION
all along; right Nurse
Chapel,
Doctor
Roger Corby,
and Gene
Allberries Roddenberry,
of Blucranville,
of all great Incollingo's
Grocery Store
cup cakes,
with transdimensional ingredients??? And so exactly why didn't the
hang in there forest fire Huntington Hammonton Police, fine me that
day for not having proper identification, during that attempted
murder, and transdimensional shifting of the Blucran
Mysteries.
This is a topic that will be much further looked at soon, as we
further explore the great
Viqueen, Mizz Astral Julia White,
and all the powerful shit that has gone down after my Haddonwood
days all began in middle 1994! By the way, I have a new hack that I
need to address. When I hit my 'SAVE' prompt, the damn dialogue box
with all my files comes up, and
it shouldn't;
during
this new hack.
What I need to do is scroll to a new area to make it work normally
and just SAVE the fucking document rather than try making me screw it
all up with printing the same shit twice into the computer filing
system. In any event, Jewelly White is a lot more than a character
from the great 1994 fictional, or 'so-called' fictional book that I
wrote, “The Permission Barrier”. What the world and I are
endlessly separated by, is an awareness to some very large truth,
that most people would choose to die rather than be forced to know
about while remaining physically alive. The vast part of this secret
truth is that there are Astral Gods (entities) on an Astral-Plane
that is, and contains all of what we now know of, and have around us
called the cosmos; and
these entities use GAMES,
because only incredible and WILDLY INTENSE GAMES, can temporarily
distract them from the nightmarish
hellishness of endlessness!!!!!!!
I think that Mister Walgreen Semi-pal as I call him, has very
interesting ideas, but I feel that what I've experienced trumps even
his cool concepts, even if I do say so myself. I may only be am
Astral-Entity 3, and there are a total of nine various energy levels,
but I do know what I remember and have experienced. Anything less
than human level while alive physically, is Astrally a Level-1,
including all non human life, you name it, fish, fowl, insects,
animals, and so forth. Just about 99.99999 percent or so of all peeps
who've ever lived on Earth, would be Astrally a Level-2. I am a
Level-3, as this includes those at or extremely near what Morianity
labels as Totally Enlightened While Physical (TEWP) for short. We
won't even touch the various levels higher than 3, all the way up
through and including Level-7 but I have already told that the great
Astral Plane COINS, are LEVEL-8 Entities, and the great Astral Plane
COILS, are LEVEL-9 Entities, and that is as high as it gets.
LIGHTNING is a giant COIL, and a LEVEL-9 ENTITY. Any and all things
including the one celled creature known as the, and yes, I
am misspelling the word, Amiba;
have an Astral mirrored-image reality, and even things without
consciousness at all, have their Astral-Plane equivalents in
Purgatory, but in ways that are too complicated to try and tackle
right now. It is more along the lines of connected purpose and
relatability, such as a person's automobile. When I used to have
Astral-Projections from my job at the Cifaloglio site over a decade
ago, it was because I would fall asleep in my car, and my car was
still in motion on the Astral Plane which caused me to go into motion
when it was parked and my conscious mind turned off for a short
while. It wasn't so much that the car has a soul, and this is the
problem with having some left out bible books due to Catholic Church
Canonization processes. If all the books were in there, a lot of
hidden things would be revealed. We don't have a soul, WE ARE SOUL,
just as the great ECKANKAR Religion knows so well and has discussed
in many of its great discourse teachings. We will get back to all of
this!
Blood
on my shoe, oh nightmare woman? My conscious mind never even realized
that I was using the 1969 melody of that “BURN WITH FIRE” song
written by me, when I wrote the other song in 1997, and even three or
so years after that when I wrote the even newer lyrics for the 'Blood
on my Shoe' song. How well I remember writing that part shortly
after running into the great Paula King, on Tennessee Avenue, on 12
July in 1997; 23 years ago today, that went, “On
the night of twelve July, I saw my giant girl walk by. I knew we'd be
apart that day, 'till we'd meet again at JK”.
Oh well, “say
LEVY”,
right Mister
Mayor Backpains??????????????
Oh those wonderful French and that great language of love, huh Sir
Shoeknockeroutter Chester-Frank?
Like “WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE”!!!
Hey, the man's son said it all to me one day in the ocean shortly
before I left Jersey forever, and right there in unforgettable good
old Atlantic City, New Jersey. “The public doesn't know it but we
are a very resourceful family”! I wouldn't even think of arguing
with him about that, yo!!!!!!!!!!!
My
PHR is doing so well that I hesitate to discuss it all the time. Just
yesterday during the power outage, I played three experimentation
games, asking five questions of yes or no each time, and making one
hundred bucks or one unit, on each of the sets, and no house vig
numbers came out, so the P&L was a +$300.00!!!!!!! Also, I have
followed up on some other wheels that I may be using soon, and as
spoken of before, there is one wheel in the white-matter space of
graphing, and it is beginning to climb even further out of the
neutral zone (NZ), and I may be playing this wheel shortly. I will
discuss this more at a later date. AHA-AHA-AHA, Mister
McNulty!!!
CHRIS,
ED, AND THE MILITUFORCE BLOGAUD, CHAPTER #15 (AMP-CEMB)
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The
problems I face; Jim Burr knew about, four and a half freaking ass
decades back into time, “MY
FAMILY”,
and that is a quote, except for him saying 'your', not 'my', but
then, he never had to sing any dam apology songs, YO! Give
me a break Merry
Greendress Loveboats!!!!
WEEEEEEE, me' ol' freaking Spell-Check
Program
was disabled
by the Milituforce
Hackers
Club
again, FBI, YO BRAH!!! One thing I have been taught by the school of
AFTER AUGUST 1986 STRIKES, or the AA-1986-S-SCHOOL, for short, is
that when a bad day is happening, COUNT
THE MOTHER FUCKING HELL ON MAJOR BLACK HAT COMPUTER HACKING AND
BLACK HAT CRACKER HACKERS, YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!
Oh yes folks out here, YO; I can always know that the MHC will
strike on bad nasty ass fucking BOTBAR times, BRO!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Of course, in 2015, I was speaking of another “MERRY”, and not
'angry
again' Dock Merry
from center
city Philadelphia,
either!!!!!!!!!!
CHRIS,
ED,
AND
THE
MILITUFORCE
BLOGAUD,
CHAPTER
15
Folks,
I've talked about Jim Burr and meeting him at
the computer school, as well as Dave
Roth and our meeting as two security guards at a department store
that was being constructed in Woodbury Heights, New Jersey; called
Caldor. But let me tell you that no matter how I tell this thing,
Mister Microsoft ThiSTLEWEEds
Smart-Programs; there is no way for anyone to get it, as
you would have had to be there. Lightning told
me a fantastic thing in the damn nineties, and now of course,
I realize she already knew that I would come to learn that I had a
thirty eight year old grown up daughter, in twenty oh eight, or
however Misses 1969 Marola wants to
pronounce things back at Cooley-wormhole-Hall, near the great gate
at Kings Highway, just past the Lilly's Lilliputian Livery, on the
grounds of this incredible and awesome place of inconceivable
intrigue and mystery, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! How would
one of my co-students from there, say this, if he was here with me
now, just as he said it back then in 1972 in Dan Mackey's great
class-room, “Vely vely vely
intelesting”? You bet he fuckiGN would; oh great and
marvelous, terrific and powerful FCC
(Federal Communications
Commission); and can
all of this be some wild COSMIC ACCIDENT; oh lovely Twinbay,
and lovely Leticia Tilley; less than a
half block down the streets of Egg Harbor City, from the great one
and only transdimensional INCOLLINGO'S
GROCERY STORE. The great Blucran
Grocery Store of Southwestern No
Joysey; huh Mister writer, of the best book I ever read in
this third millennium so far, “Secrets of the Museum”, and also
my friend and my coworker, at the great Cifaloglio; Mister
ROY CARL WEILER SENIOR!!!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEE, Chester-Frank, YO.
We
could discuss my fatal heart attack at the Cifaloglio job and how
the Almighty Pink Goddess Jehovah Lordess Neecy (Sarah Stacey) in
astral to human waking world conversion-translation into English and
present time; and we could discuss in length, the trip through time
from the day after Christmas that year into the following middle May
and all of the shit involved in the experience, as well as how if
this was indeed a fatal heart attack, I am now here telling the tale
and alive. We can discuss how I had no Earthly knowledge that Frank
Callio would kick the dam bucket right before that Middle May time,
and so much more. But people, my death experience was not an
isolated one. There was the crash in Woodbury in the final part of
1985 somewhere, there was WAWA and my being shot to death, there was
the crash on Route 130 after waking up to find myself driving on the
wrong side of the highway, and the list is literally dozens and
dozens, the drowning in the dam ocean in 1995, the electrocution
twice, once by my lovely lightning and once when I stuck a
walkie-talkie antenna into a 220 volt alternating electrical
receptacle (wall-outlet). I have died more than thirty times, and
not almost died, I said I fucking damn DIED. Like
the great fictional HIGHLANDER, I seem to keep
re-awakening, and this is very very fuckiGN ass complicated, and
don't ever let me even hint to any of you that it ain't,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What you also must be god dam cognizant of
folks, is that that HIGHLANDER-TV show that was famous in the
nineties, began as a movie the way lots of later-TV bullshit does.
It began in 1984, three months after I had moved into 1406 Highland
Avenue, in Cinnaminson, New Jersey, USA, ESMWG. I copyrighted two
musical projects that I have highlighted in GREEN COLOR below on the
COPYRIGHT OFFICE WEBSITE that depicts my music that only dates back
to 1978, and we can be all day discussing other prior tunes and
compilations and projects, let me assure you all of that, great
wonderful folks, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!! I now am merely making the point
that right after my second project in 1984 was sent to the Library
of Congress © Office, and my address as well, HIGHLAND
AVENUE, is this not one hell of another very fucking powerful
coincidence my peeps, that this great HIGHLANDER
shit, all began as well???
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The
MILITUFORCE is giving me a nasty fucking diareah attack at around a
quarter shy of six this morning. These dirt bag pricks would not know
what to do if they couldn't fuck up my life
24-7-365.24219!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! In other words, SOSO-WEIN-SSDD??????
END
TRANSMISSION, and smelling GOUUUD.
PPPNLRM, CHPT. 26
3:18
PM, FRIDAY, 10 JULY, 2020
MORIANITY
FOR MILLENNIUM 3
I
lost electrical power for nearly an hour shortly after posting up
CHPT. #25. As soon as I posted it up, the skies grew dark ad within
half an hour, a HUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE LIGHTNING STORM blew in, and whamo,
out went the lights. I always forget that when they do come back on,
my TV that I purchased at the Goodwill Store a year or more ago now,
with no included remote control and thus I got for a real steal;
comes back on with the menu screens starting with 'LANGUAGE', and
there is no way to fucking exit out of it at least that I know of,
without the remote, other than to switch on my DVD player that's
attached to the system, and then when that plays, the system for
whatever the mother fucking reason decides to reset to where it was
before the outage. But it takes a toll on my nerves as I forget this,
and for the third time now since buying the TV set, I frantically
switch and turn and hit all of the bells and whistles and controls on
the top of the flat screen TV set, and with no results other than a
gigantic rise in my goddamn blood pressure. I must make a note to
myself on the computer document filing system or else write it down
and masking tape the note to the back of the fucking television set,
so that until it is either burned into my brain to do this when power
gets restored, or else I get a new TV someday with a remote control
device; and save myself a near nervous breakdown, thinking that my
entire day is ruined and that I may need to go and purchase another
set somewhere!!!!!!! But needless to say, the day, despite lovely
Goddess Diana coming over, and MAJOR-VISITING WITH HER
'LITTLE BOY' AS SHE LOVES TO CALL ME EVER SINCE THE PRIVECODE
DAYS OF THE MIDDLE NINETEEN-EIGHTIES, ON THIS MORTAL WORLD AND PLANE
OF LIFE; is what I used to refer in those same EIGHTIES so often, and
that my good pal, Mister David Charles Roth and I, would have so many
laughs about in the New Jersey Pine Barrens so damn ass often; to as,
a BOTBUR, as opposed to a fucking BOTBAR day. BOTBAR stands for a day
that is BOTTOM OF THE BARREL ALREADY RATED, where as a BOTBUR stands
for a day that is BOTTOM OF THE BARREL UNOFFICIALLY RATED. Yessir,
without me' daut to maybe complain about my desire to occasionally
use rhyming prevarications, to which I reply that I don't agree with
her; the day has the chance for a non-BOT rating, but is holding at
the 1-1-non Fonda-HELL level as of the time it is proclaimed as
BOTBUR, and thus, when I am pissed off at something happening, I
deflect my anger that could possibly otherwise be directed as more
dangerous and deadly 'HULK-RAGE', and in this particular case, I
would say here, that this entire thing is quite UN, OFF, ICI, ALLY
(unofficially) rated, and without any assistance from the Astral
Plane's great PHASE-4-Entities, Shorty
MacInvondi, or the great “GONG SHOW”
in 1979 with that lovely gorgeous young honey by the name of Jill
MacInaley! So yes, MC; sorry if me' whittle 'whimes' upset
you from time to time, but boy oh boy Harvey-Wabbit, and Sir James
Stuart; what can I 'mustache twirling' say here, Sir
JAYJAY GOOD TIMES EVANS, yo, from all Public Housing and
Welfare Projects, in New York's QUEENS, in Florida's screwed up and
very hot Fort Pierce, or in Chicago's stomping ground of me'
Latengrate Great Aunt Alice Gallagher
Huntington, for crying out Fontana
Loudspeaker LOUD; MIKE
SUCKS
SOFT!!!!!!!!
Thank
YOUUUUUUUUU lovely Lightning for coming over to see me again today.
Boy do I love you beyond anything that could ever possibly be spoken
in human words!!!!!!!!
As
for the power outage and television screw up, I don't believe that
anything, be it GOOD OR BAD; ever just randomly happens, not to
ANYONE OF US; and yes lovely Miss Mashell
Daniels, of the Recorded Publications
Laboratories (RPL), of 1980's Camden, NJUSAESMWG; “I'm
entitled to my opinion”, and I have absolutely no damn
control over people such as my super prejudiced mother, so
hate me not world, as for someone who grew up with a
mom who did nothing but think WP and WS thoughts, just not in a
violent way; I turned out pretty damn okay, wouldn't you agree with
me, OH MIGHTY LATENGRATE SIR from Tennessee
Avenue, of Atlantic
City, NJUSAESMWG, and other Atlantic City areas as well,
Mister John King?
'WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE',
Sir awesome
CF, Chester-Frank, and
incredible unfathomable Shoeknockeroutter man of power and might!
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CHRIS,
ED, AND THE MILITUFORCE BLOGAUD
(CEMB)
CHAPTER 1
Yes,
me' ol' fucking bland-blog book is now over, or actually, was over,
when the tenth chapter ended. Like DUH. Funny how I know stuff
because I am not afraid to let the truth come directly into my
conscious mind, well, most of the time. Most people if not all
people, don't dare. It causes damage to rational sanity. I admit to
being a damaged individual, and a pathetic fucking soul. Why bother
trying to deny such an obvious reality? But I don't hear voices, see
shit, or have delusions about things. The Psych world can argue with
me, but I know that I don't do these three things. I also know that
my major mood swings, can be called two things. One is a bipolar
mental disorder. Another is a perfectly normal fucking reaction to
unnatural stimulus, being continually pumped all around me for a
lifetime, without fucking relent. If shit happens to make you bubbly
happy at noon, miserable at 2, super happy again at 4, and off the
scale monster wo-wiz-me at 6, and this cycle keeps going; I don't
believe the person experiencing the stimulus is deluded,
imaginative, crazy, nuts, or bi-polar.
Hey, maybe it's me, but I just don't think so.
November
11, 2015
How
can I be imagining how LIGHTNING
came around me, three special times, three special ways,
creating three different unnatural things each time; and on three
different years, it happened on the very same
day of 27 July, and then on top of that; 27
was the number lightning gave to me, in a powerful dreaming
experience, back in the year of 1984, while I was playing roulette in
the Golden Nugget Casino of Atlantic City? I speak of the two first
decade years of this present century, if memory is correct, it was in
2006 and 2007, and I do remember they were in succession, so if I am
off one year ahead or behind, then it would be 5&6, or 7&8;
and then again, while at Tony BonJovi's
recording studio, on July 27, 2011. The mathematical odds of
these three dates, and with lightning not just there, but incredibly
intense, and effecting things around me, and then the wild dream back
in 1984, about her telling me that 27 is indeed HER
NUMBER, the number of the ELECTRON,
whatever this truly means, Professor KAKU of NYU sir; this
'coincidence' places odds at approximately four point eight
quadrillion to one, against it being merely a damn coincidence!
But there is one more factor, that at least in my personal humble
little opinion, multiplies those odds out about a thousand more
times, well into high one digit quintillions to one odds, and that is
the particular song I was doing at that studio, which as I think most
or all of you remember and know quite well, and you too, sir Darius
Evans Deezy Slim Youtube; “Wanna' Spend My Time”. This song, in
part, was actually sung to me in a powerful vivid awesome dream,
every bit as memorable and wild as the 1980-LOIS FOCA interaction at
1802 Robin Hill Apartments. I speak of the late spring time 1997
dream, where the awesome super talented diva, we all know and love,
as Mariah Carey, sang that to me, in this experience; and I merely
added a little bit to it, in order to make it a complected song. When
I recorded it electronicly, this caused tremendous Earth Biosphere
Interaction AKA in Morianity as (EBI), or also can be thought of as
wild unnatural weather patterns, and or tectonic interference, within
the deeper crusted areas of the planet; due to interruptions in the
transdimensional electromagnetic energy fields. This really was, and
is, an MC top hit, from a parallel universe, no matter what you 2015
cave people choose to believe, and or disbelieve. I
KNOW WHAT I KNOW about this multiverse, and have been in
communication with the gods of PLANK for all eternity, huh Mizz
Selena DADA, and all great South Atlantic City Rooming-House Owners,
everywhere?
I
also totally know that in three dimensions, it may appear that
Christopher Bennett was instrumental in my blogs being started on the
internet, at http:www.blogger.com/
and that is partially true. BUTTTTTTTTTTT, did he have a doppelganger
of himself inside of him, from a parallel universe, who was
dream-travel-controlling him, to indeed be at Cifaloglio as a guard,
so that he could wait for me to eventually complain about how I was
being persecuted to death by the Milituforce, and then, poof; it all
was a plan to get these blogs started, by him simply saying to me,
“Why don't you start a blog on the net, and
tell your story to them, instead of bugging me with this crap”?
I went onto ask him what a blog is, and after he explained it, I was
shortly over at the Hammonton-Berryville Public Library, asking them
to show me how to use the computer and the word program, and the
internet. Then before I knew it, along comes the great Ed Lynch, or
Eddie Himacane, as I later named him. He was always holding his cane
like he was going to bop me if I said something that annoyed him, so
the name got created, and it stuck. Now again, you can choose to see
all this in the bland narrow puny three dimensional way, or you can
wonder if the King family who lived upstairs from this ''other
rooming-house/boarding-house'', just three short town blocks from
this library, did not also involve dream travelers
(Type-3-Exploratrons), both inside of Ed Lynch, as well as Dawn and
Ann King. You know what I believe about Dawn, and you know I had no
reason, or Earthly one, to have that 1997 dream where Mariah sang
that song to me that became this world's copy of it. I never even
thought about her, and was busy trying to find Sarah Krassle, yeah,
don't you dare laugh, you sons of bitches, and daughters, out here.
Don't you fucking dare. There are extra
hot regions in Dogtown for those who are laughing at
me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I
would so despise seeing things in three dimensionality the way you
all do. It would be like going back to black & white TV, mono low
fidelity audio, and high school, all put together. Of course back in
them ther' days and times, not knowing any frikkin' better, it wasn't
bad at all. All things are based on a contrast, and I can see how
Pink Goddess works, even if Nick the Rubber-man Mallet Tire Wrecker
cannot. Eternity is a little bit longer than a few decades, you poor
dumb air conditioner slammer. But alas, no one believes anything. Of
course my viewers do, as they know I am for real, and not ever for
REALE! But even though I only have maybe thirty or so of them, I was
told by one of them, right in this waking world, that copies of my
words are printed out, duplicated, and carefully studied. For all I
know, thousands of people get around to reading every single word
that I type out by the end of each and every week. Meetings are even
held where discussions about these words, indeed take place. So even
though this blog has a small appearing daily view, I no longer will
concern myself with that. I will however, find out from my Staples
Guru, just how to get a hosted promoted web-site, with the major
search engines, and promoted to those who have displayed interest on
the internet, about the topics that these blogs touch on, you know,
the gods, the Astral-Plane, persecution by unknown forces, Star Trek,
phases of existence, the cosmos and potential extra terrestrial
activities, and a whole lot more subjects as well! Then this blog
will grow, and not until. This is because the Milituforce and only
the Milituforce, is reading it. And you all know how I feel about who
is in the Milituforce, and who is not. Who can ever know such things
when we live in a reality of type-3-exploratronic activity? This
is the GUESSING of the GUESTS GAME!!!
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Unfortunately, this applies to Mark Wayne Mountainpen Mohr. But I
know I am saner than all of these pricks who shout this about me the
loudest, from Listener Theresa, to any and all psych docks the world
over. I must accept this, or I truly am insane, as anyone who refuses
to believe reality, is by definition, somewhat less than sane and
perfectly rational, as thought to be by standard accepted
sociological norms of their present culture and civilization. I don't
wish to prove my self a liar, not on my own damn blogs for crissake,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Still and all, that night up near Florence
Township, on Highway 295, with Mister David
Charles Roth, and the Mental Illness
Skies out to the damn east of us, speaks volumes of truth,
regarding this entire topic; and needs not be rehashed right now,
folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
There
are reasons why every newspaper and a zillion other places all over
everywhere every day, is loaded with things like word-puzzles, all
sorts of other type puzzles, number puzzles, and why things like
Rubik's Cube and a lot of other less famous things similar to that,
are literally all over the place to where we just about need to brush
it out of our faces to avoid being swamped and trampled!!!! We are
designed to WANT TO SOLVE RIDDLES, TO SOLVE THEM, and even TO LOOK
FOR NEW ONES CONTINUALLY. This is no joking matter. Still, and with
all of this powerful wild hidden truth here, people do not yet wish
to even begin to see what is right in front of their faces every
single minute of the waking and sleeping days of all of our lives. I
am speaking of the fact that there are four phases to awareness and
existence on the level we as awake humans can relate, to that state
by. Phase-1 is the void infinity. Phase-2 is the PLANK or (spiritual
part of truth and existence) that many psychics and mystics may refer
to as the Astral-Plane. Phase-3 is this human experience in the fifth
dimensional hyperspace. Phase-4 is the most magical of the other
three all combined and multiplied, and that is the imagination-slide.
This is where the Phase-2 Astral Entities dream down from there, and
instead of dreaming they are little kids with a seeming memory that
began one day to some extent; they enter other already older humans;
as their imaginations, their fantasies, their daydreams; and they
literally are the counterparts of all the action heroes everywhere,
be it Superman, Captain Lightning, The Flash, or Spiderman. They
tried to come into this physical life as an entity that is beyond the
limited lawtronic barriers. This is why we have no real honest
fiction type monsters and werewolves and vampires and action heroes,
flying all around the cities of New York, and Tokyo. But people,
there is a lot more to this powerful knowledge, than for just this
overly simplistic kindergarten level lesson, on the phases of reality
and truth. One is my example with myself, and the fictional great
show who most of us know and love, and millions of fans exist the
world over, STAR TREK, and especially certain episodes, and the main
one being the 1966 episode with Gary Mitchel
and the Pink Goddess, and the Starship
Enterprise's adventure as it attempted to move
outside of our galaxy. All these years, this truth was hidden
from me, and the ultimate cosmic Rubik Cube reality about it, was
''hidden'' away with great power. All of the 1972 Super-Sleuths
combined, couldn't make me receive these truths about it, until half
way into the second decade of the third millennium and the
twenty-first century. The main reason is that people are still being
100% blocked from knowing a truth that would begin all of us down
roads and into personal-life-journey's that as of this minute in time
are inconceivable and totally unimaginable and unfathomable, to
humanity. It all makes sense in ways that no blog could ever touch
on, bland blogs or wild blogs, or any gray area in-between, and IPYT,
ladies and gentlemen. When I say that Star Trek's creator had a
TYPE-3-EXPLORATRON inside of him, all of us do from time to time. No
work of art, be it dramatic, musical, pictorial, or whatever; is
coming from just human-us. There is literally a universe of wild
stuff behind and hidden from all of our views, but it surely helps to
understand the very basics at least, that we all indeed live in what
Morianity has labeled, these four phases of existence, and that
indeed here in this hyperspace, we all have a virtually limitless
amount of double us's, and hence, one of them at least by pure
mathematical chance, is going to be a Type-3-Exploratron, and
indwelling us through dream-travel. Now one of my doubles
(doppelgangers) has been very active, and has used me here, to
receive MORIANITY, and to even try and spread Morianity, through
internet blogging for the last ten years. One of Mister Roddenberry's
doubles used him to bring STAR TREK to this universe, where it very
well may never have come otherwise. Sure it is science-fiction, and I
never claimed otherwise. I am not insane. BUTTTTTTTTTT, when he did
that episode along with his writers, called “Where
No Man Has Gone Before”, there simply is no way this was
not an attempt to tie Sarah Krassle and myself together, way up here
in these modern days and times, since I physically went one day to
the local Good Will store, and purchased a bunch of old collectors
edition STAR TREK VHS Videotapes!
Now
this is but one isolated incident with me and with a world famous
television production. Talk about possibilities of puzzle solving and
un-riddling. Talk about fifth dimensional Rubik Cubes, LITERALLY! I
mean hey people, I am not nuts, and realize fully well that I am not
the only damn pebble on the damn beach, with or without barnacles,
and fire-dogs, and ex-city mayors, and synthesized property, such as
demo tapes, and war hero metals, YO!!!!!
Where
is the mighty Julia White going to jack into next, Mister Jobe Job
Jobs????????????
Two
of the biggest mysteries of all, that in no way doesn't pertain to
the lessons told on this blog, are the DOW
JONES STOCKS,
and its connection to me for thirty solid mother fucking years now,
and the great Paula
Exploratron King of 1969,
and 1986 and 1997, and late 2008. Put that in your liquor bottles,
Robert McGuire, family of MIND-CONTROL and dream-travelers of the
hyperspace!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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